That is it. I am no longer a college student. I am so very stuck in the middle of uncontainable excitement and twinges of sadness or nostalgia that I can't very well say just how I feel. Thin is the word, maybe. The fullness of being a college student, with the joys of impractical late nights and sleepy mornings, the incomprehensible amounts of learning (or in many cases, I hate to admit, just memorizing/regurgitating), and the impromptu hang outs...all the joyful stuffing of life for the past four years... is finally taken out of my plans. It wasn't ripped from me, and I certainly have no insecurity about handing it over, but with change comes adjustment. There is so much that will fill my life so soon, but still the unfortunate reality is that it isn't here yet. So for now, life is thin, but enjoyable.
You know, I had a grand time at graduation. Three hours is long, that mortarboard is unflattering and itchy, and about 6 people could hang out inside my graduation robe and no one would notice, but is was neat. It was sort of a mini reunion with many of my classmates and friends from over the years. Since we are nerdy biologists, we entertained ourselves for a while by looking at optical illusion cards (provided by Caroline, my organic chem lab partner and alphabetical neighbor) while I excitedly explained the neurological mechanisms behind them. Appropriate you think?
I hate to admit this, but having to wait while the announcer said lots of stuff about me before I walked across the stage was pretty cool. I worked for that, even though it feels like I was so lazy sometimes. I got a nice yellow stoll with some extra patches, and I was internally proud enough of it to confirm my academic vanity. I might throw it away in a couple of years, but for now it will hang with my belts.
Graduating and leaving this place is easier for me than most, I think, because of how much I have to look forward to! Marraige, moving, starting a new life with the man who will be my favorite roomate ever, and starting graduate school are all sufficiently exciting to make leaving College Station easy. That doesn't mean I do it without looking back fondly, though.
I will miss roaming campus on those perfect fall days.
You know, I had a grand time at graduation. Three hours is long, that mortarboard is unflattering and itchy, and about 6 people could hang out inside my graduation robe and no one would notice, but is was neat. It was sort of a mini reunion with many of my classmates and friends from over the years. Since we are nerdy biologists, we entertained ourselves for a while by looking at optical illusion cards (provided by Caroline, my organic chem lab partner and alphabetical neighbor) while I excitedly explained the neurological mechanisms behind them. Appropriate you think?
I hate to admit this, but having to wait while the announcer said lots of stuff about me before I walked across the stage was pretty cool. I worked for that, even though it feels like I was so lazy sometimes. I got a nice yellow stoll with some extra patches, and I was internally proud enough of it to confirm my academic vanity. I might throw it away in a couple of years, but for now it will hang with my belts.
Graduating and leaving this place is easier for me than most, I think, because of how much I have to look forward to! Marraige, moving, starting a new life with the man who will be my favorite roomate ever, and starting graduate school are all sufficiently exciting to make leaving College Station easy. That doesn't mean I do it without looking back fondly, though.
I will miss roaming campus on those perfect fall days.
The boot of Lawrence Sullivan Ross. All his friends call him "Sully", and Ags lay pennies at his feet for good luck on tests. It gets really full around finals.